Playing With Fire

by Amelia E. Barr

"I could not tell you, unless I was at sea, and taking his latitude and longitude."

"Where is he going?"

"To New York—perhaps."

"America?"

"Ay, America is the second native land of all not satisfied with their first one."

"Have you any address through which a letter would reach him in New York?"

"Ay, I have."

"I want to send him one hundred pounds. Will you send it for me?"

"No, I will not. There will be three hundred pounds lying in the Bank of New York for him when he gets there, and he had sixty pounds with him. That is enough at present. He can make a spoon or spoil the horn with that."

"Is he going to stop in New York?"